That day, the fat man came back from the north.

He did not disappoint Simon and brought back everything Simon asked for - fire arrows, small clay pots, asphalt, parts and fish oil.

"Thank you for a hard time, go to the tower to have a sleep. When you wake up, go to roast a rabbit next to the fire pit." Simon patted the fat man on the shoulder. He was much more haggard than before he set out, and it seemed that he was worried a lot along the way.

The corner building has been completed, but this does not mean that the workers are liberated. In the past two days, Simon asked the workers to polish various woods according to his requirements and make the styles and sizes that Simon needs.

Now the fat man brought back the parts, just assembled these things together, and the trencher was done.

"Master, this is really incredible. Your trencher looks as exquisite as the artwork made by the chief engineer in the court of the Kingdom of Italy." When the trencher on the corner was assembled, Lean Didi said in surprise.

Simon didn't know if Ryan praised him too much, but he was quite satisfied with the catapult.

The counterweight trench was too bulky and not suitable for installation on the tower, so Simon still chose the torque trench.

This is much more exquisite than Simon's first work, a simple catapult that was rushingly made in Iselberg, and even the bark was not cut off in many places.

"Great, let's test it now and see what kind of terrifying beast the enemy who besieged us will face in the future." Simon said as he stroked the stop rod of the catapult, slapped the buffer pads tied between the stop rod to protect the throwing arms.

“Crunch…”

Two strong workers turned the cross-tie on the side of the trencher with all their strength.

The iron shaft made by the old blacksmith of Port Aberdoron was strong and reliable, and the ropes were tightly stretched. The power arm lay flat with a sharp squeak.

The catapult was aimed at the direction of the Rhine River. There was a large area of ​​grass near the river, and now there was a layer of cold "white coat" on the grass.

It's really great to use this place to test the range of the trencher.

Gabriel rode his horse to the river and called back the fishing good man Vito. Seeing that everything was ready, Lean nodded to Simon.

"put!"

"clatter!"

With the high-speed lifting of the throwing arm and the dull sound of the cushioning pad being hit, a basketball-sized stone bullet was thrown out.

Everyone stared at the corner tower and the village walls, and saw a graceful arc in the air. Then, a small piece of snow fog flew out from the grass by the riverside.

"Lian, let's go and see how far we have flew." Simon waved his hand, walked down the village wall with Rian, and walked towards the village gate.

The stones flew for about 170 meters.

This distance is already very good for the small trencher on the corner tower. After all, this stone bullet is the most round stone that workers can find temporarily on the banks of the Rhine River near the village. The uneven appearance will make the stone bullet full of variables after it is launched.

Special stone trenchers and stone bombs have to be polished carefully one by one by the stonemason.

"Master, I just need to constantly debug it. However, one thing is that we need a batch of polished round stone bullets." Ryan said enthusiastically.

His fun is simple and simple - precise machinery and majestic architecture.

"The future is long. We can first pick out large, relatively round stones and baskets of small pebbles by the river as ammunition." Simon stood on the corner tower, looking at the workers and villagers picking up stones by the river, and said slowly.

Simon's heart has been much calmer since the corner tower and the trench machine were officially completed. The urgency and oppression that had been pressing on his heart like an anvil has been reduced a lot.

Ryan nodded in agreement when he heard Simon's answer, but he frowned in confusion as he looked at the busy villagers and workers bent over, as well as the baskets of stones loaded on the pack-cart.

"Master, I admit that during the war, the more ammunition the catapults have, the better. However, the number of stones you asked the workers to pick up is too many. Judging from this posture, are you going to clear all the stones by the riverside?"

"To be honest, I do have this plan. This trencher gave me a lot of inspiration, so I asked Bill, the Archer Team and the Shepherd some time ago to make a simple but very practical weapon for the villagers. Using stones as ammunition allows unarmed villagers to guard their homes when the village is besieged." Simon smiled mysteriously, which made Ryan a little confused.

"What weapon can be used as ammunition by using stones as ammunition and used by villagers to guard the village?" Lyan said to himself, lowering his head and thinking.

He seemed to have caught the corner of the answer's clothes in the fog. The vague name floated out little by little, and was about to emerge: "Crossing a stone rope?"

"That's right!" Simon nodded in agreement.

"So it was it, a long-range weapon that killed the giant!" Ryan sighed with a big smile.

In the Bible, David once killed Goliath the giant with a catapult.

The production of a catapult rope is very simple, and only a rope and a small piece of leather bullet nest is needed.

In addition, the use of a stalking rope is also very simple.

As long as the user grasps the end of the rope and swings it quickly above his head. When the speed reaches its maximum, he releases a rope and the stones in the leather bullet nest will fly out in the direction of the tangent, smashing towards the enemy with powerful kinetic energy.

Simon did not ask the villagers to throw in a precise manner at that time. What he needed was that the villagers could throw dense stones with stone-capping ropes when the enemy was charging outside the wall to hit the enemy's morale and body. Of course, it would be best to be killed directly.

The power of the catapult should not be underestimated.

If you throw a larger stone, although you can't shoot a long distance, your lethality is very high, and you can smash the wooden shield and the skinned shield in three to four shots. If this power hits a person's head, the unlucky guy will most likely die on the spot.

After all, in ancient Greece, stone-catted soldiers were used to deal with heavy armored infantry. The huge blunt damage caused by high-speed flying stones cannot be resisted by chain mail.

Later, due to the improvement of armor and crossbow technology, and the demise of the Roman legion, the established weapons of stone-cattering soldiers and stone-cattering ropes gradually faded out of people's sight. Only shepherds and some mountain people in the southern region would use them.

Although the use of catapults now is not effective against soldiers wearing heavy armed suits and mail, it is still a cost-effective and highly threatening weapon for most soldiers recruited in the army with incomplete armor and shields.

Simon bought a lot of ropes from the grocery merchant in Bruen's caravan last time, and then took out part of the leather accumulated in the wood fort warehouse as material, making a total of nearly sixty catapults.

The next period of time was to organize these villagers who did nothing in winter to learn to use the catapult under the guidance of the old shepherd and Bill.

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The village closest to Brockhofer Ferry in Berg County is the village of Lohausen, not far from the Rhine River.

The lord of Lohausen Village, Fefore, is a fat knight.

Because Luohausen Village is close to the ferry, many caravans will pass here. Over time, a small market has been formed here.

The lord of Lohausen Village, Fefore, made a fortune by collecting taxes and the bathhouse he ran, so it is not surprising that he has this obese body.

Like Hatuaria County adjacent to the north, it is also a white world covered by ice and snow.

Vendors and villagers who go to the market come and go in the small market next to the simple wooden walls of the village, selecting or selling goods. The sound of sellers asking for prices is endless and the sound of buyers bargaining on the ground.

The continuous white air and rhythmic sound of iron slashing came out from the blacksmith shop. The horses in the stable lowered their heads and enjoyed the hay wheat bran that the groom had just added to the eating trough. The strong smell of alcohol and bustle in the tavern floated across the streets, floated out of the village walls, and merged into the faint snow mist outside the village.

A strong wind blew, and the snowflakes scattered in the sky became much bigger and the snow fog became thicker.

At this time, the village of Lohausen is undoubtedly the warmest haven for merchants and adventurers.

"Da da, da da..."

The sound of horse hooves came faintly in the wind, and the soldiers standing guard in front of the gate of Lohausen Village wrapped their cloaks for keeping the cold tighter.

They were guessing which poor guy was still riding a horse on the snow field now. Hearing the urgent sound of riding a horse vaguely from the snow fog, the rider must have been frozen and could not wait to come to the village tavern to have a hot glass of cider.

When the figure of the horse driving appeared in front of the two gatekeepers from the snow fog, the two guys who were just smiling and joking on their faces were stunned and opened their mouths wide and stood there.

The rider was the scout at the Brockhofer Ferry Outpost. At this time, he had completely lost his usual arrogant spirit when he came to drink. His face was gray and blue, his lips were purple, and his leather-filled armor was covered with filth.

"Barry, what happened?" The older gatekeeper quickly woke up and hurriedly met. But at this time, the scout seemed to burn out the last trace of strength in his body and fell off the horse.

"My God!" The guard exclaimed. At this moment, he saw a feather arrow inserted behind the scout lying on the ground, and his back was already soaked in blood.

"Let's go, and the alarm bell sounded. Earl Luowen's army crossed the river bank and was coming to this side..."

The scout's faint voice was hard to hear in the hula wind, but fortunately, the older guard heard all his last words before he exhausted the last little fire of life, and then stood up with disbelief.

"What's wrong? We were robbed by forest robbers at the outpost at Brockhofer Ferry?" The young guard obviously had never seen blood on the battlefield. At this time, he was turning his face away and trying not to see the scout's body.

"No, it's Earl Luowen! His army has crossed the river bank and marched towards this side. You go to the village immediately and ring the alarm bell. I'll go find the lord!"

Even if the older guards used their toes, they knew that Earl Luowen's army would never be here to visit, so he turned around and pulled his legs and ran into the village gate without saying a word.

"How could they call on troops to attack in such a severe snowy day?" The young guard looked shocked, but now there is no time for him to think about this question slowly.

"Dingdang, Dingdang, Dingdang..."

"What sound? Is the village chief of Lohausen Village a stupid wild boar? How long has it been since the market opened? It was closed before it was dark?" In the small market, a businessman complained in a swearing. Apparently, he regarded the alarm ringtone as the ringtone of the closing.

"What the hell, which bastard rings the alarm?" On the bed in the bedroom of the tower, Sir Ferford of Fat Dunton was flirting with a young and beautiful woman. When he heard the alarm ringing of the bedroom vaguely coming into the bedroom at the entrance of the village, he got off the bed barefoot with his pants and walked to the window. "If this time it was the alarm ringing of the naughty little kid from the woodcutter Ruh's family, I swear I would send him to hell with my own hands!"
Chapter completed!